"Margaret, is that you?"
"You know very well it's me. Who but me would take the liberty of coming into your room, drawing the curtains and opening the windows and letting in the air? If you only knew what an atmosphere you've been living in! Do you always sleep with your windows closed?"
The only answer was a sound which might have meant anything, followed by a movement beneath the clothes.
"How's the foot?"
"It seems better." The words were whispered rather than spoken.
"How are you?"
"I'm all right."
"You don't sound as if you were all right. What's become of your voice? And, if you are all right, what are you doing in bed at this hour of the day?"
"I was just going to get up."
"Were you? That's good news. There were no immediate signs of it that I could see. Vi, you and I are going yachting."